yes that's exactly who you think it is...was looking through my pile of shit in my drawers where i used to collect cigarette boxes; i used to collect them back when i didn't smoke as much. now that i do, collecting them would mean collecting mountains of crap. so basically in the same drawer i found my old burnt cds containing awesome playlists i used to make at Chibs' house back when i was probably 13.
the beauty of it was that i don't remember whats in them. no song list whatsoever. sliding them into my mac was a surprise waiting to happen.
right now i'm listening to The Rock Compilation with a few notable tunes:
Von Ray - Inside Out
The Distillers - Drain the Blood
(damn i used to be crazy over The Distillers because the lead singer reminded me so much of Courtney Love when Hole was still awesome)
Jane's Addiction - Just Because
Staind - So Far Away
The Ataris - Boys of Summer
then it brought me to the time i was a kid in Plastic t-shirts. Chibs & I would have matching t-shirts which we would wear with super low hip-huggers. we had our navel pierced back then (plus we were much thinner too... sigh)
how i tried relating the songs to my life back then.
how i used to pump up the volume whenever i was angry at my dad.
how i used to scribble depressing and morbid poems into my journals (which i found recently too all packed in my moving boxes. i found my runaway letters, suicide notes, poems on boy crushes...)
how i thought the world was daunting me.
how i used to make fun of people who still listened to pop songs.
how much i hated school and the people.
how i wanted a boy to actually like me back.
how i used to stalk the boys i was so in love with.
this was during the more introvert me. the me who looked awkward and had a dorky hairstyle.
i'm still going through the entire playlist, with google on my fingertips to search for song title & artist based on the lyrics. HAHA!
its amazing really how far i've realized i've grown from these memories obtained from just listening to one bleeding mixtape.
the beauty of it was that i don't remember whats in them. no song list whatsoever. sliding them into my mac was a surprise waiting to happen.
right now i'm listening to The Rock Compilation with a few notable tunes:
Von Ray - Inside Out
The Distillers - Drain the Blood
(damn i used to be crazy over The Distillers because the lead singer reminded me so much of Courtney Love when Hole was still awesome)
Jane's Addiction - Just Because
Staind - So Far Away
The Ataris - Boys of Summer
then it brought me to the time i was a kid in Plastic t-shirts. Chibs & I would have matching t-shirts which we would wear with super low hip-huggers. we had our navel pierced back then (plus we were much thinner too... sigh)
how i tried relating the songs to my life back then.
how i used to pump up the volume whenever i was angry at my dad.
how i used to scribble depressing and morbid poems into my journals (which i found recently too all packed in my moving boxes. i found my runaway letters, suicide notes, poems on boy crushes...)
how i thought the world was daunting me.
how i used to make fun of people who still listened to pop songs.
how much i hated school and the people.
how i wanted a boy to actually like me back.
how i used to stalk the boys i was so in love with.
this was during the more introvert me. the me who looked awkward and had a dorky hairstyle.
i'm still going through the entire playlist, with google on my fingertips to search for song title & artist based on the lyrics. HAHA!
its amazing really how far i've realized i've grown from these memories obtained from just listening to one bleeding mixtape.
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